CATFISHDISH lyrics

{Verse 1]
Posse, posse
Shawty lookin' saucy in an all white huarache
Sike, I just missed the b*tch, she rockin' Stan Smiths
That have ripped jeans and a bomber that won't mix
Never fall for this type of sh*t
Matter of fact [?] turn your old ho into a new b*tch
True this, she a toothpick, on some tragic sh*t
What a magic trick, laughin' quick
On my bast*rd tips
See through a catfish like a pair of fake tits
Face it, it ain't worth it in the long run
So save your breath and hold the check, hun
Ain't no sane man, f*ck it with no soggy buns
I like my bread with some extra crisp
[?], trust me kid
Break a leg, or bust a limb
Going toe-to-toe with the double O
On some ignorant sh*t
An as*h*le, or bully
Put a rapper shorts up a flagpole with a pulley
Super sick sicko with a sickle
Skin a Geico gecko and sell it for a nickle
Then donate it to Peter with a Pickle
I like them sh*ts deep fried, with the sticky on the side
And a Five Alive, a mind of finer for the flavor of designer dye
It's do or die, so don't mind if I
[?] a motherf*ckin' fruit fly
They been products of the fruit of my labor
Keep it straight up like a [?] with a taper
Double Ohmmy, a Ferrari
With a [?], known to chug wasabi as a hobby
Sheesh
We some little men
But if you look in her eyes and see the cinnamon
Sweet